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August 18th, 1693.
The wooden floor of the deck did little to provide comfort as she and Nat laid on it while it rocked with the churning waves of the untameable sea. Of course, it was not designed for such a purpose, but, it was the best place they could find so they could watch the shooting stars illuminate the dark skies of the Caribbean sea.
And even if her back was complaining rather loudly at the mistreatment, she knew it would be worth it in the end. For those particular showers always produced the most dazzling and spectacular shows that seemed to light up the sky in fiery and bright streaks that seemed to be burned into the various constellations and stars.
But, ti had been hours and neither of them had seen a single star. It was beginning to frustrate her, but, her Anglican heritage told her to simply be patient. She had been patient for over a year when she lived in Wethersfield; she could wait another hour or so.
"Are you sure this was the right date, Nat?"
He looked over from where he lay next to her, with his hands behind his head. "Yes, if 'twas not so, I wouldn't have taken you out of bed." He said whilst the slight breeze that rolled off the ocean seemed to play with the edges of this white, linen shirt that had several small stains from all of the days they had spent out here as a crew.
"I hope ye are right Nat. Since we need all the rest we can get, for our babe really seems to adore keep us both awake."
"What about this?" He asked before continuing. "if these shooting stars don't show up in the next-"
He stopped abruptly in his speech and she looked to him and wanted to ask why he had stopped talking, but, his calloused hand had simply reached for her and pointed it up at the sky. She followed it and was amazed at the sight that was laid out before her.
Tiny sparks kept falling across the sky, over and over again as if they were a beautiful and breathtaking barrage of unearthly beauty. And along with the quieter sparks lay louder ones who seemed to flare up and shine brightly across the endless weaving patterns of dark skies and bright collections of stars. And all of this served as the perfect backdrop to the endlessly moving and restless sea that they had called home over the past five years.
The whole image was beautiful, and when she looked down form this ethereal beauty, she was delighted to see how the silver in their wedding rings seemed to shine like the stars in the Caribbean sky. It was then that she saw Nat wordlessly intertwine their hands with their silver wedding rings facing out and reflecting the bright and transcendent light of the falling stars or souls as her mother had called them when she was a young thing.
"Your eyes to me are more than all the stars that shine above; they light a path I ne'er before had dared to walk, the path of love." Nat said huskily before the two of them leaned into a kiss that seemed to take it's own place amongst the stars and the heavenly bodies.